Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

The saint was actually just her "part-time job." Her main identity was that of a student. She would come to the church to help with her spiritual practice in the morning and evening, but she always prioritized her studies.

A saint cannot be without knowledge. This is what her teacher told her.

It must be said that the saintess was not only beautiful, but also so talented that it was the envy of others. She could learn better than others by only spending time in the morning and evening. Moreover, it is said that the saintess was also an excellent student in the famous White Tower Holy Academy.

She consistently ranked first in the entire school, and all the teachers unanimously considered her an excellent student. She was also an extraordinary being with superhuman strength, and it was said that the Holy Maiden possessed three blessings, was skilled in both literature and martial arts, and even when she was not the Holy Maiden, her swordsmanship was superb, making countless boys feel ashamed.

The only downside is that the Holy Maiden always seems to be very busy and her time is always very tight, but there are always times when they don't know what the Holy Maiden is doing.

"Joan of Arc, let's go back to school together," a girl said to Joan of Arc after changing out of her white holy robes and back into her school uniform.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to go somewhere else before I go to school," Joan of Arc said apologetically.

“I’ll go with you to other places,” the girl said. “I can pay for breakfast.”

Joan of Arc shook her head: "No need, I can go by myself. I want to buy some groceries first."

"Buying groceries?"

“Well, I heard he got home very late yesterday, and I wanted to go back and make him breakfast. I don’t know if he’s awake yet,” Joan of Arc said.

*

Let's turn the clock back a little, not too far, just a few hours back to late at night.

Aaron returned to his rented apartment, tossed his belongings onto the floor, and felt exhausted.

He worked until late at night again. Things haven't been peaceful lately, which is normal for someone like him. The difference is that other big shots can easily find a suitable place to rest. Comfortable chairs will automatically be moved behind them, waiters will bring them whiskey filled with ice, and if they get hungry, a chef will be on standby 24 hours a day. If they want, they can even have soft girls leaning against them.

However, Aaron doesn't have these things around him; he chooses to go back to his apartment when he works late at night.

When Aaron got home, he realized he was hungry. Without turning on the lights, he started looking for something to eat in his room.

He would occasionally be away for long periods of time, so he wouldn't store food in the house. There were no refrigerators in this era either. He searched for food for a long time and only found half a pot of spoiled seafood porridge in the kitchen, which almost made him throw the pot and porridge out the window.

After searching around, Aaron found there was nothing to eat in the house. Standing in the dark, empty room, he felt a little lost.

There was no food, not even water; if you wanted to drink water, you had to boil it all over again.

He could go out to eat, but the only restaurants still open this late are probably those hotels that cater to young people and nobles. Aaron didn't want to go through all that trouble, so he searched the house and found some sealed beer, which he then picked up and drank straight.

As they drank, Aaron sat down on the sofa and found a very elegant gift box on the table. He picked it up and shook it; it seemed to contain food.

With a rumbling stomach, Aaron didn't care about anything else and quickly tore open the gift box. Inside, he found a box of handmade roasted almonds. Aaron was delighted. Roasted almonds weren't very filling, but they were perfect with wine. He opened the box, poured out a handful of roasted almonds, and popped them into his mouth, chewing them heartily.

Aaron nestled on the sofa, clutching a box of roasted almonds, sipping his drink and eating a roasted almond. Around him, various objects were scattered about. He wasn't a meticulous person; he would tidy up the house occasionally when he had free time, but most of the time he just left his things lying around.

After finishing all the beer in the house, Aaron contentedly tossed his alcohol-smelling body onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

*

When Aaron woke up in the morning, the warm sunlight fell on his face.

He touched his face, and his first thought was that his throat was so dry.

He fell asleep last night drinking beer and eating roasted almonds, but now it seems that the beer not only failed to quench his thirst, but also made his throat feel even more uncomfortable.

Aaron sat down on the bed, touching his face, and sighed. He planned to go downstairs to buy a cup of coffee, but when he opened his eyes, he was suddenly stunned.

He discovered that his house had changed dramatically. The house, which had been a mess and looked like a garbage dump last night, was now unusually clean and even looked brand new, cleaner than when he first moved in.

His haphazardly left clothes were all neatly arranged and piled together. The person who organized them even separated his pajamas from his spare clothes and seemed to have carefully applied perfume, a scent he liked.

Aaron turned around in a daze and suddenly noticed that a cup of warm black tea had been placed on the bedside table.

The black tea was still his favorite flavor. There were two pieces of candy next to the placemat. He picked up the black tea and took a sip. It was brewed the way he liked best. Even the best hotels in the world couldn't make black tea that suited his taste perfectly.

Looking at the changes before him, Aaron suddenly remembered a story about a shoemaker and a fairy. The story goes something like this: Once upon a time, there was a very kind old shoemaker who became very poor because he often helped people. The gods were moved and sent a fairy down to help the shoemaker.

So every night when the old shoemaker falls asleep, little elves will come out and help him finish the work he didn't do the night before. When the shoemaker wakes up in the morning, he will be surprised to find that the work left over from the night before has been completed.

That's roughly the story. Children who read this story would probably be very envious of the old shoemaker who has fairies. When Aaron saw the tidied room, he immediately thought of fairies. While he was sleeping, someone tidied his room, brewed some black tea and placed it by his bedside, and even opened the curtains for him in the morning.

However, Aaron knew that reality was not a fairy tale. Elves might exist in the world, but they certainly weren't like this.

After gulping down the black tea by his bedside, he went outside and found that not only had the room been cleaned, but the entire house had also been given a small cleaning. The floor had just been mopped, the beer that had been scattered all over the place last night had been cleaned up, and all the scattered items had been neatly arranged and put back in their original places.

It seems that his little elf is not only good at tidying up, but also very familiar with housework. Not only did it tidy up his house, but it also put fresh flowers back into the marble flowerpot in his apartment that had been neglected for ages. The flowers were still covered with the morning dew, looking beautiful and delicate, and they looked like they had just been picked that morning.

Although I'm not as moved by flowers as girls, seeing such details still makes me happy.

Just then, Aaron smelled a faint aroma. He sniffed and realized it was the smell of his favorite cheese and omelet, accompanied by their perfect partner, onion soup.

He followed the aroma to the kitchen, leaned against the porch, and sure enough, saw the beautiful figure busy in the kitchen, intently frying eggs.

Unlike Aaron, she looked like she had just returned from a ball. Her long golden hair was draped behind her, and in the beautiful sunlight, she revealed her straight and graceful legs. Her figure was as supple as a branch. She hummed a song softly, her pupils were clear, and she was wearing an apron, concentrating on frying eggs. You couldn't help but want to hug her from behind.

Her cooking skills were clearly quite good, and it wasn't just because of the aroma in the room. The dining table was already full of breakfasts she had prepared, and both the cold dishes and the onion soup were delicious and visually appealing. It was astonishing that such a beautiful young woman also possessed such excellent culinary skills.

Looking at that figure, more beautiful than anything else in the sunlight, Aaron's fantasy shattered; no elf appeared in his house.

However, that silhouette reminded him of another story, the Conch Girl. The plot was actually similar to that of the little fairy, except that the little fairy was replaced by a mother conch that had cultivated for a thousand years. However, in the story, the mother conch not only helped the protagonist with laundry and cooking, but also transformed into a beautiful girl at night to warm the protagonist's bed. She seemed to have done much more than the little fairy.

Does every man who has heard the story of the Conch Girl fantasize about having one of his own? Aaron didn't know, but he seemed to have one in his house, though she wasn't a thousand-year-old mother conch that had become a spirit, but rather Joan of Arc.

This sounds even more absurd, but unfortunately, it's true, and it was his own student, Joan of Arc.

"You're here again." Aaron leaned against the porch and scratched his head.

"Teacher, you're awake?" Jeanne, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, turned around and said, "It took me a while to clean the room. I originally wanted to bring breakfast to your bedside to surprise you."

“There’s no need to spoil me like this, coming over every day,” Aaron sighed.

"Because the teacher isn't in Esgard every day, nor does he go home every day," the girl said, sounding aggrieved.

“I was worried that the teacher hadn’t eaten properly while I was away, so I came over early this morning. Sure enough, I found spoiled seafood porridge in the kitchen. This kind of thing is not edible at all.”

"This one……"

“Teacher, you should tell me if you don’t eat properly. What’s the point of learning cooking if I’m not learning to cook?” Joan of Arc sighed.

“You’re right.” Aaron’s response was gentle. He didn’t know when it started, but he was always easily persuaded by Joan of Arc.

Three years have passed, and Joan of Arc is now sixteen years old. She has grown from a little girl into a graceful young woman. In the sunlight, her long hair, which she has never cut since arriving in Esgard, has reached her waist and sways slightly with her body.

She wasn't wearing any fancy clothes, just the school uniform skirt of the White Tower Holy Church. The skirt was plain and dull, but it looked exceptionally good on her.

The girl now is vastly different from the village girl Aaron brought back from the countryside. It's as if someone performed surgery on her, removing all her doubts, sensitivity, and inferiority complex, replacing them with her current confidence, quietness, composure, and a faint, happy smile that always graces her face.

These are things that surgery can't achieve; only warmth and happiness can bring about such changes in people.

Even Aaron now feels that Joan of Arc always radiates light, occasionally dazzling Aaron as well, but these are all positive changes that make Aaron feel good, and he even feels that things are already good as they are now.

"Let's put that aside for now. I remember it's exam week, isn't it? You're supposed to be praying at church today. How did you find the time to come here?"

Aaron knew, of course, that Joan of Arc would lead the singing of hymns in church every prayer day. Aaron had watched Joan of Arc grow from a novice nun into the saint she was today.

At first, Aaron would often visit Joan of Arc at church, but as the visits increased and Joan of Arc gained a foothold in the church, coupled with his busy work schedule, he gradually stopped going.

While they were talking, Aaron was led to the dining table by Jendall.

Joan pulled out a chair for him, stood behind him, tied his napkin, and then gently rested her head on Aaron's shoulder. Her faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and her gentle voice came from behind him: "Don't worry about that. I got the highest score in the whole school in the last exam, so there won't be any problems this time either."

"First in all subjects..." Aaron nodded.

He wasn't a strict parent who would only be happy if his child got the top grades in every subject. However, it was a great pleasure for a parent to hear their student tell them in a gentle voice that they were number one in the entire school. Hearing this would make all their worries disappear. Aaron felt the same way, but he was more filled with emotion than joy.

Three years ago, Joan of Arc was an illiterate woman who couldn't even read a single word. Three years later, she had become an outstanding student at the White Tower College, receiving scholarships every year. It's truly a legendary story.

Although Aaron wanted to attribute Joan's academic achievements to his own effective education, he knew that wasn't the case. He did provide help, but it was like handing someone a pillow when they were sleepy; Joan ultimately relied on herself.

In fact, three years earlier, after personally teaching Joan of Arc for a month, Aaron had already discovered Joan of Arc's talent.

Yes, how could a famous saint in history be a fool? Otherwise, how could a series of miracles have happened?

In fact, Joan of Arc was not stupid. On the contrary, she was a genius. Moreover, she seemed to be a well-rounded genius with no particular strengths or weaknesses.

It turns out that Aaron really did find a gem. Not only that, Joan of Arc's progress far exceeded Aaron's expectations. The general education that was originally planned to take a year was completed in just two months.

Later, Joan of Arc was able to complete her studies in mathematics, history, and theology in roughly the same amount of time. In particular, she displayed a talent far beyond that of ordinary people in theology.

During that time, Aaron didn't dare tell Joan of Arc the truth because he was afraid she would become arrogant and complacent. For a long time, Joan of Arc still thought that her talent was only average and that it was normal for her to learn these things in two months. Therefore, she just kept studying without thinking too much.

Therefore, the final result was that Aaron completed the education that was originally planned to take three years in just one year. The efficiency was so high that Aaron was amazed, and he even felt that he had nothing left to teach Joan of Arc.

However, Aaron had a position in the Obsidian Knights and couldn't spend all his time on Joan of Arc. Therefore, after a year of general education, Aaron sent Joan of Arc to the Holy College.

There were the best teachers in Lucerne there, and it was the school Aaron had attended before, with teachers who had taught him there, so Aaron felt very at ease.

Joan of Arc did not disappoint Aaron. Even in the White Tower Holy Academy, her genius was not neglected. She was still first in her grade every year and was developing in a direction that was much higher than Aaron had expected.

Looking back now, Aaron believes that Joan of Arc's rapid progress was mainly due to two reasons.

The first reason is that Joan of Arc herself possessed great talent. The reason she was still illiterate at the age of thirteen was due to her environment. Now that she had a learning environment, her talent, which would later create miracles, became apparent.

The second reason is that Joan of Arc was an excellent student, the kind of student any teacher would like.

Chapter 17 Your Highness

Joan of Arc was always able to maintain her focus, and having such a student was a pleasure for the teacher himself. Aaron also felt a great sense of accomplishment in teaching her, and thus he completed the entire course that was planned to take three years to teach in just one year.

Now, Aaron's teaching of Joan of Arc mainly focuses on superhuman strength. He trains Joan of Arc two to three times a week. Even on a global scale, Aaron is a top swordsmanship teacher, so Joan of Arc's progress is also incredibly rapid.

"Speaking of which, did you buy these croissants? Some have butter and some have chocolate, and they taste pretty good," Aaron asked while eating a croissant.

Perhaps because she was used to being frugal, Joan of Arc rarely bought ready-made food from outside and always preferred to cook for herself. This time, however, Joan of Arc unusually bought croissants, which surprised Aaron.

"It's supposedly made by a great bakery in Asgard. You have to go there very early in the morning because there are so many people making reservations. You also need to have a good relationship with the owner to buy it. If you don't know the owner, you'll have to pay an extra price."

"You managed to buy something that's so hard to find?"

Joan of Arc shook her head: "These were given to me by others when I was working at the church. Since they were always being lost and wasted, I brought them all here to give to my master."

"........."

Aaron stopped eating, looked at the croissant in his hand, and suddenly realized that it was something like a love letter or flowers. Joan of Arc had actually given him these things to eat. If the boys found out, they would be very sad, wouldn't they? Was Joan of Arc doing something wrong?

Seemingly noticing the expression on Aaron's face, Joan lowered her eyes and said, "I don't like wasting food. Those people know perfectly well that I won't accept gifts, but they still give them anyway, so I don't like them. I'd rather give what they give to the teacher."

"It's okay, I'm not angry." After a pause, Aaron picked up the croissant and continued eating, and Joan of Arc's smile returned.

As he ate, he said, "You seem to be popular not only with the parishioners at church, but also with the boys."

Three years later, Joan of Arc had not only made great achievements in her studies, but also in religious matters.

Joan of Arc is now being groomed by the Sacred Heart Church, and given her own fame, she is indeed receiving a lot of attention in the religious world. Moreover, as the nun said, Joan of Arc is a perfect saint, and she will likely only become more and more popular in the future.